<table border=0 width=100%><tr valign=top><td nowrap></td><td><p><b>You say, </b>'Hail'
<br><b>Basur TuQual says </b>'curls his lips as he tilts his head. the wooden pipe remaining firmly placed between his teeth as he puffs on it a few times. The dwarf's cloudy eyes study you heavily and the sound of a husky voice can be heard mumbling a series of incomprehensible words. Eventually. the dwarf nods his head a few times and speaks in a strong. booming voice. 'Well. what 'ave we 'ere. hrm? A 'traveler'? A 'warrior'? A 'scholar'? By the looks o'ye. it appears ye just left yer mother's sweet. carin' arms and now ye wish t'gain fame. glory. and power. hrm? Well. there's nothin' I can do t'elp with dat soft appearance ye 'ave. but perhaps I can strengthen yer stomach. aye? I doubt ye be of the calibur and wit t'be one. but if by some cruel stroke o'the gods' 'umor. ye be a brewer. then dinnae wander far fer I 'ave all the supplies ye be needin' t'make a proper drink t'arden dat soft belly o'yours.''
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